From: an345630@anon.penet.fi (chris royal)
Subject: Nicky's Lingerie (FF)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Original fiction.If you don't like it stop reading it. I went into the shop on my way home from work on a whim. I was going to suprise my husband with some new lingerie. My husband usually bought my lingerie, I don't see the point to it, no sooner have I put in on when he immediately begins to remove it again. It was a small shop, narrow but it stretched back along way from the doorway. I was the only customer in the place, it was getting close to closing time. I was only still in the downtown area as I had been kept late at work because of a meeting. I don't even know why I had been told to attend the meeting it had nothing to do with my department. Most of the stuff I found very boring. My mind was constantly wandering. Maybe that was why I had decided to buy some lingerie on the way home. I had been doing a lot of thinking about my husband. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, caressing my breasts, sliding down between my legs. I loved the feel as his tongue gently flicked across my clit. I didn't like him sticking his tongue inside me. So when he went down on me he would usually trace his tongue lightly around my labia occasionally brushing my clit. Then he would begin to focus more on my clit, flitting his tongue across it. Teasing me. As I begin to moan in pleasure he increases the pressure. I need more, I press his head down into my crotch. He spreads my legs with his powerful hands, holding me open to his tongue. As he increases the pressure on my clit I feel the wave of my orgasm building. Sliding his hands under my buttocks he pulls me up against his tongue. The extra pressure sends me over the edge, I moan loudly. I feel the pressure of my husband's tongue let up, but he licks faster prolonging my orgasm. With thoughts like these it you can see why it had been hard to concentrate during the meeting. At one point in the meeting I pulled my chair in closer to the table. This was so I could slip my hand down to my crotch without anybody noticing. My skirt, cut just a little above the knee, had a slit at the front which made my job easier. I traced my finger lightly over my silk underwear up and down my pussy lips. My panties are wet. I push the silk material down into my cleft as I increase the pressure on my clit. I want to get off, but I don't think I could do it quietly. I will myself to stop. It's difficult. I find my mind and hands keep drifting back to my crotch throughout the meeting. The sales assistant appears from behind a curtain at the back of the shop and walks up to the small display counter with the cash register on top. "Hi, I'm Nicky, is there anything I can help you with?". She's cute, mid-twenties, with short bobbed blonde hair. I walk up to the counter. It has a glass see through top, the lower shelves are mirrors with silk panties displayed on them. "I just came in to browse" I say. I look down into the display case, there is a bright red pair of panties, my husband likes me to wear red. I notice that I can look up under Nicky's short cotton dress because of the mirrored shelf. She is wearing a red pair of panties, only they look skimpier that the ones in the display case. There is a small triangle of red silk fabric stretched tightly over her pussy. I bend over to get a closer look, "I like the red ones, are they pure silk?". "One hundred percent. Don't you love the feel of pure silk against your skin? Would you like to try them on?". "I'll just browse for a few minutes" I say. I'm still bent over looking up Nicky's dress. She can't be sure where I'm looking, but she knows that what she is showing. I pretend to look at the other things in the display case by moving my head, but my eyes remain fixed on the tight triangle of red. Nicky shifts around behind the counter. She turns and I can see a thin red thong running up between her rounded buttocks. Her skin is wonderfully smooth, her ass looks firm. She bends down slightly, pushing her buttocks towards me. Nicky's putting on a show. "I have to go and rearrange some of the displays. When you would like to try something, let me know." With that Nicky walks from behind the counter into the main body of the store. The show's over. On the left wall there are a series of shelves with half mannequins on the very top. These are the ones Nicky decides to rearrange. Using a small ladder she climbs up to redress one of the mannequins. As she climbs I get and even better view of her firm ass. I walk over to where she is working. Nicky's putting on a display I don't want to miss. I want to get a closer look at her gorgeous ass, I try not to be too obvious but she knows what I came over to look at. I'm standing at the foot of the ladder pretending to look at items on the shelf. Nicky's buttocks are about eighteen inches diagonally up to my left. Her legs are just as firm as her buttocks, both of which are lightly tanned, no lines. "While you're there do you mind passing me those white lace panties from the shelf right in front of you?" She's looking down at me, she can see where I've been looking. A little flustered I reach for the panties. They're very soft, flimsy. As I pass them up to her. my eyes follow her legs up under her dress. Nicky's turned slightly towards me, I catch a glimpse of the small red triangle covering her pussy. As I look up Nicky is smiling down at me. "Nice aren't they? The red ones, I mean" "Very attractive" I say. My pussy is getting wet again. I want to reach down and rub it as I did in the meeting. Nicky turns back to finish her work on the mannequin. With one last glance up her skirt I wander off to look for a pair of panties like the ones Nicky has on. If they have this effect on me they will work wonders for my husband. As I walk to the wall opposite Nicky I slip my hand in through the slit in my skirt and give my pussy a rub. I'm dying to get off. The wet silk clings to my slit. I give my clit a few gentle strokes. I glance over my shoulder, Nicky is still working up on the ladder. Although now I'm too far away to get a good look up her skirt. I turn back to the display case in front of me My clit wants to be stroked again. I can't do it here. My hand goes down, I press my skirt up against my crotch. The pressure feels good against my pussy. "Would you like to try these on" says Nicky. I hadn't noticed her come over. As I turn to her I see she is holding out a pair of red thong panties like the ones she is wearing. Automatically I reach for them. I hadn't told her I wanted to try them on. My hand feels the soft silk of the panties, they're warm, there's no tag on them. I hold the silk up my cheek it's soft, smooth. The panties still smell warm, they smell of Nicky. "Shall we see if they fit?" I nod. Nicky takes the panties from my hand, kneels in front of me. Her hands reach up under my skirt and begin to pull my panties down. "No, what if someone comes in." "The doors locked and I've closed the shutters" Nicky says as she smiles up at me. "I thought you might need a little more personal attention in picking something out. I thought it best if we weren't interrupted. Its pretty much closing time anyway." Nicky pulls my panties down. As I step out of them Nicky lifts them up to her face. She rubs them against her face. "These are good quality" she says. "They smell good too." I'm sure she noticed the wet patch, but she made no comment. "Why don't we take your skirt off, that way we'll be able to see how these panties really fit you." With that Nicky unfastens my business skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Except for my shoes I'm naked from the waist down, with a cute blond kneeling at my feet, my wet panties in her hand. I'm glad I decided to buy something for my husband. Nicky holds out the red panties for me to step into. She slides them slowly up my legs. She's caressing my legs. Although they aren't as firm as hers I'm in pretty good shape. She pulls the waist band up over my hips. The thong settles in the cleft between my buttocks. A few of my pubic hairs are sticking out even though I keep my bush neatly trimmed. Nicky's fingers reach behind the silk touching my bush as she spreads the fabric. My hairs disappear. Then she pushes the fabric against me smoothing it out. She slides her hands between my legs pulling the thong up between my buttocks. Her hands sliding over the silk feels wonderful. "How do those feel?" she says as she gets to her feet. "Sexy" I say. Nicky reaches down with her hand smoothing out the panties. She uses slightly more pressure this time. One of her fingers pushes the material into my cleft, brushing my clit. I'm wetting these panties too. "That does feel sexy doesn't it." She says. "Go see how they look in that mirror while I go and get a few more things for you to try on." I turn to the mirror. The panties look pretty good on me. As I said before I'm in good shape. I look a little silly though, standing in my shoes, red thong panties and my business shirt. I slip my shoes off and begin to undo my shirt. By the time Nicky gets back I only have a bra and panties on. I look pretty good in the mirror. My breasts are firm and don't need a lot of support. The lacy bra I'm wearing is all I need. Lace makes me feel sexy. Occasionally I'll undo an extra button while I'm at work. I like to tease some of the men who come to my office with an eyeful of my firm breasts nestled in flimsy lace. It's fun to see them maneuver around as they try to get a second look. Nicky is standing behind me looking in the mirror. "You look great. Try this bra on, I think it's the right size." The bra she's holding is white lace, underwired, there's also less fabric than the one I'm already wearing. "This will make you even more eye catching" she says. She places the clothes she's brought on the chair next to the mirror. Sliding her arms around me from behind she releases my breasts from the "front loader" as my husband likes bras with a clasp at the front. "You're firm" Nicky says as she cradles by breasts. My nipples begin to harden. I can feel Nicky's breasts pressing against my back. Her soft hands feel totally different than my husbands rough hands. Warm, caressing my breasts, brushing my nipples lightly. Different is good. "Why don't I try that bra on a little later. I'd like to feel something a little softer." I like my breasts being free. Nicky slides her hands down over my stomach, pressing her breasts harder against my back. She's looking into my eyes in the mirror as her hands smooth out my panties again. First she spreads the fabric out the fabric over my pussy. Then she reaches her right hand down between my legs, slowly bringing it back up, one finger applying more pressure between my lips, tracing upwards over my clit. I close my eyes and let out a slight moan. Nicky presses down between my legs again, harder this time, than lightly brings her finger back up. Her left hand reaches up to cradle my right breast, pulling my body back against her breasts. I reach back, slide my hands up her legs, going up under her dress until I have her firm round buttocks in my hands. I pull her crotch tight up against my bare buttocks. I open my eyes, Nicky is smiling at me in the mirror. Nicky releases me and takes a soft cotton night shirt she had brought over off the chair. She spreads it on the ground at her feet. Next she pulls her cotton dress off over her head and spreads this on the floor. She has no bra on. She doesn't need one. Her breasts are smaller than mine and firmer, pert. On top of the clothes on the floor, Nicky spreads a couple of silk camisoles. Taking my hand she draws me down to the floor. I lie back on the silk. Nicky leans over me lowering her mouth to my right nipple, the more sensitive one. She flicks it lightly with her tongue. Her left hand traces it way down my abdomen. She slides it under the panties. I'm very wet. Her finger slides easily into my slit. Down it slides between my legs. I spread my legs and push up against her hand. Her finger slick from my juices comes to rest against my puckered asshole. My husband's never done this. It feels good, Nicky just applies gentle pressure, then her hand moves back up between my lips. As it grazes my clit I let out another moan of pleasure, louder this time. Nicky's head moves from my breast. I can feel her warm breath moving down my belly. Pulling the panty fabric to one side her hands are caressing my pussy. Pushing her fingers down into my cleft. Teasing my clit. She doesn't try to penetrate me, I'm glad, that would be a distraction. She spreads my legs further, her tongue brushes my clit. A jolt passes through me. Again her tongue passes over my clit, down between my legs. As she brings her head back up she covers my clit with her mouth, lightly sucking on it. After only a few seconds I come. I've needed that all afternoon. Nicky lies down next to me her head resting on my leg. She smiles up at me then begins to lightly run her fingers over my pussy lips, occasionally brushing my clit. I'm very sensitive down there, even the lightest touch sends shivers through me. Turning on my side towards her I rest my head on her leg. I can see moisture on her blond pussy hairs. Her clit is moist and protruding. I spread her pussy lips revealing her tantalizing moist coral colored inner flesh. I lick my finger and run it up her slit, teasing. She spreads her legs wider. I move my head towards her pussy. My tongue flits rapidly, yet lightly across her clit. Nicky moans loudly. Her fingers press between my legs. She's close to coming. I lighten the pressure on her clit, teasing her. Her hand moves to the back of my head, she wants more pressure. I resist, teasing her lightly. Her moaning gets louder. She is about to go over the edge. I can feel her tongue on my clit again, pressing, insistent. My mouth engulfs her clit. I increase the pressure. Her hand presses me on. Her pussy presses against my face. I feel her body shudder as she comes. As I feel the pressure on the back of my head lessen, Nicky moves her hands to my bottom pulling my pussy tightly against her mouth. I come again. Needless to say I bought the red panties. My husband was very pleased with them. He was surprised that I had bought them. "Not like you" he said. I told him not to be surprised if I bought some more. From: Karina23@aol.com Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica,alt.sex.stories Subject: On the Steps of MOMA Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 12 Nov 1995 05:38:22 GMT Organization: rec.arts.erotica immoderation Lines: 205 Message-ID: <48418e$4ut@netaxs.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: unix5.netaxs.com Keywords: f-solo ff oral water X-Approved-By: handler@sub-rosa.com (Michael Handler) Originator: grendel@unix5.netaxs.com Archive-name: steps-of-moma
I've been wanting to tell someone about what happened to me last year, and I never knew who I should tell it to, until I cameXK4 MTVB6K=MYU:4H*LZB>L?&N?KLG*17IH>SC&71AW"S"P>\)4?;6:6!1Z477RF% MF501IKTWIOXMQ`/6%O:(,%]7=3X30?#.&$/%*G!J%YA^GE4V&HP;E[+^:M#m·Fx:31 GMT 34324 Fri, 03 Nov 1995 17:1 Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue when something happened that has changed my life.
There was a woman sitting a few steps up from me...about 15 feet away She was so pretty, in fact, beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes from her. I leaned back against the wall and sat sideways while I ate my lunch of a sandwich and soft drink and kept glancing at her. I'm youngish...23, and pretty, but this woman was like a model of perfection...long legs in nylons, a very expensive taupe colored tropical wool skirt, and a white rayon blouse. She had on only a little gold jewelry, but need nothing to accent her looks. She was very special. Her hair fell in pale thick waves of light gold, almost to her waist.
After a moment she pivoted her bottom on the steps so that she was facing more directly toward me. She had a magazine on the step next to her, and seemed to be reading it. It was later in the day than the normal lunch hour and although there were more than 50 people on the massive expanse of steps, it was as though no one else was there, certainly no one that could see her from my vantage point.
Then she dropped the bomb. She kept reading, and dropped one leg down straight along the steps, opening herself up to me. I could see everything under her skirt clearly, vividly. She had no panties on at all, and wore only garters, and nylons. With her long legs apart like that I could see the pale insides of her thighs, as white as fresh cream, and her cunt. She was shaved almost totally bare...there was only a little triangle of blonde hair above the open lips of her slit. I was completely mesmerized. I didn't think she knew I was watching, so I just stared. I looked aroud once or twice, but the world was oblivious to us.
At one point she lifted her leg again into the normal position, and putting her knees together spread her high heeled feet about twelve inches apart so that I was still afforded that view. Then she rested her hands under her skirt... her palms on her thighs just above her ass cheeks, and softly rubbed them up and down on her naked skin. My cunt was dripping like a faucet. My panties were soaked.
She then placed her hands so close to her cunt that her fingernails, beautifully manicured, were almost meeting at the "vee" of her lips. Pulling her thighs gently open, using her finger tips, she spread her cunt lips apart and started rubbing the tip of one finger across her lips, and almost imperceptibly began flicking the little pink head of her clitoris. Oh god....I was almost going out of my mind. I've never seen another woman do that....and such a beautiful one...wow!
She startled me by looking down towards me and smiling. She had a beautiful smile. God she was flawless, but she continued to touch herself while looking at me. I wanted to faint.
Well... to get to the point she approached me, took my hand, (surprised the hell out of me) and said "c'mon... come walk with me...I want to show you something nice." I didn't hesitate to follow. I'm twenty three...and here I was being held by the hand...and led along like a school girl.
We didn't talk...not a word. She led me only a little over a city block, to the entrance of a Fifth Avenue apartment building. Two doormen. Tres chic. She led me in, the doormen just nodding to her as we passed, holding the doors open, and we went into the elevator. Still not one word more from her. I just stared at her as we went up nine floors. She turned once and smiled. She also leaned over and kissed me once...softly...on my mouth...Oh god. It was as though I was in a movie...or a dream.
Her apartment was like something from an interior design magazine. Unbelievable. Windows overlooking the park and museum. It must have cost millons. She wasted no time. Not one second. She led me over to the window...to a black leather couch knd of thing...but with no back..a kind of single bed sized seat. The floors were black and white marble squares. She sat me down and told me to stay there...and left the room.
In a moment she returned...with a bottle of Louis Roederer "Cristal" Champagne, and two glasses. Still no words other than little short statements. Little nothings. She poured two glasses of the champagne and set the bottle on the marble floor.
Then she said something I thought very odd. She said "Don't spill one drop..not one drop...ok?... You'll drink it all won't you?... Promise me!"
I said "Yes..." thinking she meant the champagne, and took a sip. It was so good.
Then she lifted her skirt up..to her waist, and coming right up to me as I sat there, shaking a bit, put one heeled foot on the leather of the day couch, at my side, and spread open just in front of my face. I was flabbergasted, and excited. I could smell her perfume...and the fragrance of her cunt. I began to quiver all over.
She then said, "Now you can touch what you've been looking at for the past twenty minutes." She just stood there, naked to me, and sipped her champagne. I leaned forward to touch her. As soon as my hand slipped under her, to cup her cunt and fondle it, she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled it into her thighs. I resisted...just a little... and she gently pulled my face so that the lips of my mouth met the lips of her cunt. She was warm, smooth as a baby, and slippery wet in between her lips. I kissed her there. She smelled like expensive french perfume...she tasted like honey and baby powder. I put my tongue out, in between her lips, and sucked the inner ones into my mouth. She was a goddess, and I'd never been with a woman.
She began unbuttoning her blouse, unwrapped her skirt and tossed it aside, and began to pull my clothes off. First my top...over my head...then my bra... Then she lifted me by the hand.
Kneeling at "MY" feet, she removed my skirt and panties. She looked up at me and sucked the wet crotch of my nylon panties into her mouth...she sucked all of the wetness from the crotch, looking up at my eyes and fingering her cunt.
She lay me down on the cool black leather and pushed my legs wide open...I'm blond too, and have my pussy trimmed for my personal feeling of sexiness. But I look about seventeen, and have little fur there. My cunt was drenched.
She pulled me halfway off the end of the low leather seat, so my head and shoulders were on the marble. Then she straddled my face and wasted no time in burying her mouth down between my legs. Her mouth on my wetness was unbelievable. She did things with her lips and tongue that I could never imagine. I tried to do the same kind of things to her. If you have never sucked on a woman's cunt when she was wet...you have no idea how erotic it is...how soft..the lips...the inside, when you push your tongue in. I had never done it before but I felt like a baby drinking mothers milk...moaning and sucking. Licking her insides and sucking on her little pink hard clit.
The she held my face between her thighs as she closed them on me....and... she began to pee. At first I just thought she was gettting wetter. It just was a little. Then it spurted out into my mouth and caught me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. I tried to struggle free but she held my head in between the soft skin above her nylons.
She then said...kind of sternly..."You promised not to waste a drop,"..."If you do I make you lick it up!" I was afraid, but very excited...I closed my mouth over her cunt hole..completely covering it and gulped as fast as I could as she pissed nto my mouth. It was hot. Hotter than I expected...but tasted so sexy. Raunchy. I was captivated, and kept swallowing.
I drank, swallowing furiously until she finished, and stayed there licking up everything from her lips, from her thighs and nylons. Then she relaxed her legs and let them spread open again, releasing my face. But I wanted to stay there...looking up into her beauty.
Then she asked me to pee for HER....
At first it was hard to do...I couldn't relax enough...
...then it began to come. She held me in such a way that my piss squirted straight up..like a drinking fountain. And she drank it. She let it splash over her lips and mouth for a minute...maybe not on purpose...and then clamped her mouth on my cunt.
I could actually hear her gulping it as she swallowed it all. She swallowed every bit. Then she used her mouth to suck me to an orgasm like I've never had before.
When I had finished shaking from the orgasm, she leaned over and kissed my mouth. She tasted like my pee, and her mouth was slippery from my cum. I licked her mouth and tasted it all. It was sooo hot.
It was all over very quickly, an hour at most. She directed me to the bath and told me I could shower if I wanted, but I didn't. I washed my face, and dressed, and walked back out into the salon.
She kissed me. Holding my hand, slipped a little gold ring on my finger. Like a wedding band, but thin... Only now do I believe there was a significance to this gift. A fine, delicate bit of gold. She then took me to the door, kissed me once more and slid her hand under my skirt to touch my cunt again. I had left the wet panties in her bathroom on purpose, and she was surprised to feel me completely exposed, naked to her caress, but she didn't say anything to me. Just "goodbye".
I've never done this again. But I fantasize about it all of the time. and masturbate thinking of it more often than you can imagine.
When I pee now, on the toilet, I put my fingers into the hot stream and taste them. It still makes me excited. I love to look at pee pictures now...and stories about women who drink pee. Karina, of course is not my real name, but it's very close. I've never wated to share this with men...The thought is not the same for me, it's a woman that I desire now. The softness, the lips opening, the stream...
I'm 23 years old, blond, hazel green eyes 5'4" tall and my measurements are 34c-22-34. That's it. You would never imagine me to be caught in this web of fantasy if you were to see me. But if you were a beautiful woman, My mind would be on your thighs, the soft mound of your cunt sheathed in the wisp of your nylon panties, on the taste of you...hot, streaming, pale yellow champagne. Oh goddd!
Watch for me. Let your legs part and tease me...
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